I would love to hear your great ideas for potential punishments. For our Fae, the harshest punishment is to have their wings permanently detached. It's similar to banishment. Drop a gem if you're curious about her involvement with the Darkies.
DANTE “I have no idea what you are even talking about. How dare you come in and throw accusations my way!” Solana fumed, attempting to hide any sense of guilt that would destroy her. The bitch was delusional if she thought I would not pull the truth from her one way or another. She better hope and fucking pray that I did not find out that she had a direct hand in Ziyah’s imprisonment because her life would be filled with more agony and terror than she ever thought possible. Ziyah’s emotions were bouncing around before they settled on determination. There was an edge of darkness in there that really made me fucking curious. “You’re right,” Ziyah said calmly. Solana’s shoulders relaxed with those two words, but she obviously did not know her sister because I could tell even without the bond that she was the cat playing with the mouse. Solana was her prey, and I could not wait for her to strike. “Throwing accusations is childish. So, let’s just find out the truth and do a mind dive.
ZIYAH My back was pressed up against the wall with Dante’s hard body pressed into mine. His lips devoured mine with a hunger that I mirrored. His touch, scent, and need mixed with the sparks from his skin, igniting a wildfire within me. The next thing I knew, my body was lifted up, and my legs locked around his waist. My fingers threaded into his hair and pulled hard. I kissed him feverishly, unleashing the depths of passion I had for this man. My Alpha. His bulge was pressed firmly where I needed it most. My hips gyrated against his, making me moan into his mouth with how good it felt. My arousal perfumed around us. Dante wasted no time as his hand slipping beneath the shirt that I was wearing. My panties were slid to the side before he penetrated my throbbing pussy with two fingers, tearing a gasp from me. “Fuck!” I cursed at the amazing feeling that he was invoking. “So warm and so fucking wet. Tell me who makes you this way,” Dante’s baritone voice said in my ear. His finge
ZIYAH Breakfast went really well. Everyone got along, and thankfully Grandmother Ayla kept herself contained for the most part. I had warned her that shifters were not as sexually open as Fae were. Dante, however, was a fucking traitor when he called her out on being reserved. Then she told him about my warning. They were both fucking traitors. Suffice it to say that she was a hit. Everyone loved them some Granny. It was great to see everyone was like this because it gave me a glimpse of the future. A future where our families were just one family. I could tell that Dante had the same thought too. My family even brought Byron into the conversation, and my heart warmed so much at that. I could tell that it meant everything to my mates as well. Mates and bonded were essentially the same concept, so both Dante and Byron were now their in-laws just like I was now the in-law to Dante’s family. “Hey, I have something in the suite for my mother. I’ll be right back,” I said, kissing Dante’
DANTE Caiathus did not respond but took us to the hospital. I had never been more thankful for the fast mode of transportation than I was right then. “Alpha, follow me,” one of the nurses said. I looked down at my precious mate and wanted to fucking cry, but she needed me to be strong right now. She had a broken nose, bruised jaw, and a black eye. That was just what I saw on her face alone. I was almost afraid to find out what other damage he caused. The nurse led us into an examination room and had me lay her down on the bed before asking me to step outside. You could call me paranoid, but I did not want to be separated from her at all. No offense, she was just attacked while in the packhouse. I knew for a fucking fact that anyone could have ill-intentions. It was not that I wanted to think of my packmates like that, but my own mate came first. “With all due respect, I would prefer to stay in the room with my mate,” I told her. She nodded when she heard that. We had not made an
DANTE My arms were wrapped around my mate all night. It took forever for me to succumb to sleep because my body and mind were still on edge over what happened to her. Images of what she looked like when I found her were all I saw when I closed my eyes. Bloodied face, broken nose, and torn dress… My mate went through so much in her life. It was entirely unfair. I felt like a failure for this happening under my nose. Yet, she did not blame me at all. That was one saving grace at least and gave me hope that we would be able to find our way past this in time. I was not looking forward to taking her to the cells where the fucker would be. He dared to lay his hands on my mate, hurt her, broke her bones, touched her body in a way that was meant only for me, and had every intention of taking it further. Last night, I reached out to Elle and let her know that Ziyah had requested that to be with me when he was interrogated. I was not certain if my mate would want her there, but it did seem
ELLE Dante finding his mate had been the best and worst part of his life. Ziyah was perfect for him. It did not matter that she did not have a wolf spirit within her because she found a way to still give Byron his mate and created her own wolf form. It was easy to see how much she truly loved them both and they her. It was the worst part because Ziyah had been mistreated more than anyone I had ever known before. Finding a way for him to help her heal from her trauma was a harsh reality that he must learn to navigate. It had all been past tense until this asshole decided to use her as a punching bag and tried to force himself on her. I had never seen my brother so panicked as he did when he came rushing into the dining room to tell us that he could not find her. We knew the moment that we heard his gasp of pain and saw the blood from the cuts that were slicing his skin open what was happening to her. It caused my own memories to flood through me. How many times had I been in that po
ZIYAH I had stayed composed on the outside while I was dealing with the bastard, but I was anything but composed on the inside. He reminded me about what it was like underneath Toris’ thumb. It would be great if I could just forget all about that part of my life, but that was not possible. Knowing that he planted explosives around the pack made me murderous. I would be damned if I let anything happen to this pack if I could prevent it. There was no telling if I could, but I knew where I could go for answers, and she would tell me one way or another. Dante did not want to let me out of his sight, but he had to work on the bastard while I worked on the bitch. He did relent once Elle offered to go with me. Nate also accompanied us. “I need you both to stand outside the cell. The door can be open, but my power could harm you if I lose control. Marcia’s mind will be even more fortified than his,” I told them before we got to her cell. They both looked hesitant but agreed once I reminde
= DANTE Nate had, per my instructions, kept his mindlink open because I did not trust the bitch anywhere near my mate. I was glad that he did because I had heard everything. Not only did they make explosives to destroy this pack and my family leading it, but she tied it to my mate. Nobody but her could even touch them. If that was not bad enough then a message would be displayed which would point to my mate as the reason why our pack lost lives. She could have just fucking toying with her, but I highly doubted it. Marcia and her mate were that fucked up. ‘Havathi, I put a sleeping and paralysis sigil on her that can’t be lifted by anyone except you and I. She’s part of the Girolamo coven. There’s no way that she realized who I was or else they would’ve been here by now.’ Add that to the list of grievances against the bitch. I would just off her now if there was not even a remote possibility that we would need her to find out what other skeletons were in her closet. Not to mention